---Spread Love {FNaF Night Guards x Reader} [GIRL]---

Calls

You followed the purple uniformed man out of the office and in to the dining room. you heard muffled voices, to see he was already arguing with Fritz. the chair lay forgotten next to him. You go to pick the chair up, pretending not to be listening in.

"Yes and How the hell were you here already, vincent?!"

"I'm an early bird, what can I say?" vincent attempted to give that big grin again.

"Ok, who was first here?" Fritz yelled, throwing his hands up in to the air for emphasis. all of the other employees in the room stopped and stared at him for a second, before returning to their work. none of them were first.

You started to raise your hand, but vincent cut in. "I was. obviously."

Fritz huffed and crossed his arms. "somehow, I don't doubt it. I would call jeremy but he's probably asleep already..." he said to himself.

Vincent, done with fritz, turned around to spot you.

"Oh. you again. hello," he glanced at your name tag, trying to go unnoticed. "Y/N~" he winked.

you were unimpressed.

you still wanted to know why vincent was in the office (you didn't exactly believe his cover story), and now that fritz had brought it up, you did want to know how vincent managed to get in the building before you. you were first, and you didn't see him come in.

Vincent walked over to you and draped his arms around your shoulders. "You know, I think we can become really great friends... or maybe more." he grinned seductively.

he was coming on a little strong, but that told you he didn't waste any time in getting to know people and he was very straight forward. you could admire him for that.

Fritz immediately stepped in. "come on, lay off, man. she doesn't care for you."

"I really don't think you should be speaking for your friend here. She's her own person! Let her make his own decisions." vincent looked at you enticingly again.

Fritz stepped back, clearly a little disgruntled. was he jealous?

"Whatever." fritz crossed his arms again and looked to the side. "There are people here. be professional."

"I'm always professional." vincent winked playfully, still dragging you along with his arm firmly on you.

fritz sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked away, to the backstage. he had to prepare the animatronics.

while you were occupied with watching fritz, you were snapped out of it by vincent pressing something in to your hand, shooting you another large smile, and he sauntered away.

You opened your hand to see what he had gifted you. it was a slip of paper. you turned it over. scrawled on it was a phone number. His phone number.